Along the way, the scenery is beautiful, unknown flowers are paved on both sides of the road, towering trees bring shade, rolling mountain peaks are majestic, and colorful streams are sweet and delicious. The Silla realm is stunningly beautiful. In early summer, the sun is not very hot, and the sun casts a dappled circle of light through the emerald green leaves, and Tong Dora feels that she has come to a dreamlike fairyland for a while. The mood is very happy. It was very smooth, and it took three hours to arrive.

Feng Yunfeng had been waiting at the foot of the mountain for a long time, and when he saw Tong Duola, his heart was full of joy, but this man was dressed in men's clothes, and his face was not hers, could it be that he was wearing a mask?

"Tong Yan, called the third uncle." Mo Han took Tong Dora to meet the third uncle.

"Hello third uncle." Tong Dora is generous.

Feng Yunfeng hadn't heard this girl call him like this for six years, and her eyes were a little red.

"It's windy, and I'm a little blind." Feng Yunfeng explained.

Tong Dora thought to herself, how windy is this, this third uncle is so excited to see her. Tong Dora observed him carefully, and his face was square, indicating that he was smart and assertive, and that he would live a long life if he was lenient, and that he would be blessed if he was full of heaven.

"Nine thousand years old, don't come unharmed." He looked at the nine thousand years old.

"Elder Yunfeng is with each other." Nine thousand years old.

"Let's go up the hill and talk." Feng Yunfeng led the way in front.

"Third uncle, I'm going to trouble you to take care of Tong Yan during this time, I'll go back and deal with things."

"Don't worry, I'll do my best."

Jiuhuang Mountain is not very steep and easy to walk. There are many courtyards on the mountain, but they are all family insiders. The disciples on the mountain all lived in a concentrated courtyard. They came to the door of a courtyard, and the three golden characters of Yunfeng Pavilion were impressively displayed on the plaque.

Feng Yunfeng placed Tong Dora in a guest room in his backyard, and then went to catch up with the nine thousand years old.

The room is very tidy, and the toilet is also indoors, which is the most satisfying part of Tong Dora. Tong Dola takes off her mask and breathes. She touched the table and chair, came to the edge of the bed and sat down to look around. Tong Dora felt that this place was not unfamiliar, but a little familiar. She seems to have been to this place before.

"Mo Han, when did you contact Third Uncle Feng?"

"Last night, I told him with a paper crane book, and asked him to take you to meet the patriarch to study at the academy."

"What cranes?" Tong Dola is very curious.

I saw Mo Han wave his hand, and the door was closed. Then the palm of his hand went up, and he carried a Force force, and a colorful paper crane jumped into his palm, to be precise, the Force condensed into the shape of a paper crane. He whispered something to the crane.

After speaking, the paper crane flew to Tong Dola, and said in her ear in Mo Han's voice: "Mo Han likes Tong Dola very much." ”

Tong Dora was really teased this time: "You are so good at pleasing girls, I am really worried about this farewell." ”

Mo Han stretched out his hands, and thousands of colorful paper cranes jumped out of his palms, dancing around Tong Duola.

Tong Dora was shocked by this colorful picture, the Xiangfei only attracted dozens of butterflies, and she was surrounded by thousands of colorful paper cranes.

Mo Han approached Tong Duola and carefully took her hands: "When I am away, you have to take good care of yourself, I will come to you soon." ”

Tong Dora felt a sour nose, in just a few days, Mo Han brought her too many surprises, and there had never been a man who spoiled himself like this. As soon as he thought that Mo Han was going to leave for a while, his heart was empty.

"Can't you leave again tomorrow?" Tong Dora blinked her crescent-like eyes, clear and bright.

"Can I understand that little Doraa misses me?" Mo Han smiled and looked down at her.

"Well, I don't want to lie, I do miss you a little." Tong Dora is not the kind of person who hides his feelings, and he will say whatever he wants.

She pulled out a hand to block the part below Mo Han's eyes: "Have we seen it somewhere, especially your eyes." Mo Han was secretly happy in his heart, he grabbed Tong Duola's hand and shook it with his fingers.

Tong Dora's eyes looked at his deep eyes, indulging in them. Tilting his head and can't help but close his eyes, Mo Han leaned down and slowly approached Tong Duola.